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Her two most faithful servants she summoned to her side, though her form was not, at the moment, a physical one. Her loyal followers soon marched into the grand place from which she called them, both massive in form, huge human bodies, male, both. Into the Cell they marched, and before her, the spot where she hovered, they bent to one knee, lowering their large heads, subjecting themselves to her will and hers alone.
The Cell was the affectionate, as it were, title she had given the chamber, which was vast, vast... and well-planned. Every stone, every crack, every nook and cranny, every pebble, every corner, everything in the monstrous chamber was there by design. Nothing was unaccounted for. Nothing was out of place. There were stone altars arranged in a precise pattern about the room as well, each one with a deep bloodgroove down the middle of its pale surface, each one with a stone rune afixed to it, each rune different though the naked eye may not pick up the subtle variances. There were thousands of altars, all waiting to be filled, all waiting to fulfill their function. Above the altars hung the spiked ceiling, ready to drop on command. The spikes themselves were of purest obsidian and thin, like needles, specifically situated to pierce the throat of the beings bound to the altars and cause as little damage to their skins as possible.
All is in ready came her voice, floating in the still air, or perhaps it simply transmutes to her servants, through their flesh, pulses into their blood, or whatever is their equivalent. They don't respond, but they listen. It's taken me literal centuries, but all has been prepared. The Cynotaph will soon be awakened, and They will know they've been outstepped. Her smile is terrible in the darkness and even more than that, its beautiful, like the night. You are my most faithful, my most loyal and... trusted... of assistants. I need Their children. I need them brought to me whole, undamaged, or they are of no use to me. But I need them to fear and suffer and hurt and doubt, for these things pique the Cynotaph's curiosity and it will look, and this I desire. Confusion, despair, madness, pain, grief... all these will siren song to the Cynotaph, lull it to us, entrance it to watch and approve. Their skins must be intact, a gift for the beast when it comes. You know what I desire, and how precious it is to me, so spill no blood. Other than that, use your imaginations...
Her awareness moves slowly, lazily, like an eddy of air current, heavy and perfumed. She lowers towards her servants, graces them with a touch of her essence, which makes them shudder, desire, want with that exquisite touch, yet they make no sound, they don't look up, they remain still as the stone altars save for that small trembling which is quickly controlled.
She sighs against their cheeks, wrapping about their impressive forms, then slipping away again... lips at their ears, warm breath and sweet tones. As for the girl who saw.... she knows not what she holds. Play with her, break her, send her splintering into madness and then bring her to me. She is no threat to us and I have dealt with the fool who allowed her to find what she did... The presence withdraws suddenly, pulls back and away, though the men would rather she still be close by, for she was not as they were, another breed of demon altogether, and her caress was.... incredible. Unlike any of which they could have conceived, any their own kind could have given them. It was beyond what they should be able to feel, or want to feel. Altered by her, were they. Changed. She was something else completely, though the name 'demon' was apt enough to describe her.
Go then, and do as I request of you. I go as well, my own seeds to sow. The game is afoot my dearest allies... They shall fall not only before me, but you as well, and you shall gain your stations and stature... The two burly demons tuck the other knee under themselves, simultaneously, so that they genuflect on both before their mistress. Their foreheads are pressed to the cold stone floor once, hard, and they stand, turn, and stroll to the egress, disappearing without sound.
She blinks about her, awareness observant, smiling in the darkness. No, she wasn't like them, and that could cause problems, really, for their weaknesses weren't hers and vice versa. A good combination. Slowly, almost sensually, her spirit pours into shape, solid, fleshly. Human, female, beautiful. And she throws her back, silently laughing even as she fades to some other place... leaving The Cell empty, still... like a tomb.
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